Slob

[Verse 1: Jerome, MaxD, & Both]
Uh, what I do (yeah)
I just put a hole in my nose (in my nose)
Made it sparkle, now her cooter like a hose (yeah, yeah)
Yeah she down who the fuck wanna know (wanna know)
Yeah she wet got her slid on super soak (splash, splash)
Hop the fuck up off my dick
We just boolin in the foyer eating cocktail shrimp
And I’m gonna straight annoy ya like my cock at 6
I’m not hopping in a foreign till my moms got her pick
And I’m lost in a jiff
It is really not my shit
Conversating with the elderly
My jaw gettin stiff
Sittin in my room and starin straight into my screen
I’m a slob, what you mean?
Get a job, fuck the dream (fuck it)
I’m from Canada
Yeah she like my stamina
Switch it up to the angle wide camera
Cause she really got the ass that’s fat enough
The cameras can’t catch this stuff
Specially when it’s really unanimous
Who the fuck is Jerome?
He a passenger
See him passin by, like, who’s man is that?

[Hook: Jerome, MaxD, & Both]
Slob on my knob (aye, aye)
Give me top (aye, aye)
Top me off
Aye, I can't milly rock (no)
Ain’t smoking rock (aye, aye)
Smoking cock (aye, aye)
Shout out to my pops (daddy)
And my mob, aye
Slob on my knob (aye, aye)
Give me top (aye, aye)
Top me off (yeah)
I can’t milly rock (no)
They smokin rocks (aye, aye)
See em fall (fall)
Right into a wall (wall)
Anadrol (juice)

[Verse 2: Jerome]
Lifting like I’m boss (supplements)
Keep a cough (darts and shit)
I don’t wanna hear the way they fuckin talk (2 more then fast)
What’s the time, check my phone, 50 thousand on a watch
From the rhymes, in my home, lookin like I’m getting lost
Partially blind to the issue behind you
Yeah I’m a slob, but your faker than hi-chew
Someone needs to tell your bitch you been lied to
Mourn on my dick, long as I can get high to
Alleviate pain I got more than you think
Born with the back of equestrian, shit
Slipping a disk, no wonder I’m sick
Scratch on my spinal chord, flailing and shit
(oh oh)
Fuck around and get a fake Gucci belt
Walkin around, like my diamonds froze
The alcohol
Don’t make no sense, and I’m on the fence
To end it all (oh no)
But that would require, I get outta bed (tick, tick)
And I’m a slob (yeah, yeah)
Smokin colts
With the squad
Nicotine in my blood
And I wonder what’s the law
For a man of my age
Lighting darts up on stage
But it’s really just a faze
And I’m not even on the page
So just really what’s to say
Maybe that I’m getting paid
But then that would be a lie
I barely get minimum wage
So I scramble up my eggs
In a basket cases face
Making sure there’s only one option for me to get away

[Hook: Jerome & MaxD]
Slob on my knob (aye, aye)
Give me top (aye, aye)
Top me off
Aye, I can't milly rock (no)
Ain’t smoking rock (aye, aye)
Smoking cock (aye, aye)
Shout out to my pops (daddy)
And my mob, aye